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"Please answer my questions, Miss Smithers, and do not comment on them. How did you come, then, to submit yourself to such a disagreeable operation?" "I submitted to it because I thought it right to do so, there being no other apparent means at hand of attaining the late Mr. Meeson's end. Also" and she paused. "Also what?" "Also I had a regard for Mr.
I think that starving authors who have published with Meeson's ought to have the first right of election." "I think so, too," said Augusta, and she went to the buhl writing-table to work out that scheme on paper which, as the public is aware, is now about to prove such a boon to the world of scribblers. "I say, Gussie!" suddenly said her husband. "I've just had a dream!"
"I am much afraid Sir" began the managing clerk. Mr. Meeson jumped up and grabbed his hat. "Now then, which is it to be?" he said. "Oh, certainly, Sir; pray be seated," answered the manager in great alarm Meeson's business was not a thing to be lightly lost. "I will see Mr. Todd instantly," and he vanished.
He was in a very bad temper, and his heavy brows were wrinkled up in a way calculated to make the counting-house clerks shake on their stools. Meeson's had a branch establishment at Sydney, in Australia, which establishment had, until lately, been paying it is true not as well as the English one, but, still, fifteen or twenty per cent. But now a wonder had come to pass.
And now, Miss, if you'll go aboard, some of us will stop and just tuck up the dead gentleman as well as we can." Augusta thanked him from her heart, and, going into the hut, got her hat and the roll of sovereigns which had been Mr. Meeson's, but which he had told her to take, leaving the blankets to be brought by the men.
It was beautiful to see the fury and horror portrayed upon the countenance of the choleric Mr. Addison and the cadaverous Mr. Roscoe, when they saw the most cherished secrets of the customs of the trade, as practised at Meeson's, thus paraded in the open light of day, while a dozen swift-pencilled reporters took every detail down.
Then there were editors and vice-editors, and heads of the various departments, and sub-heads, and financial secretaries, and readers, and many managers; but what their names were no man knew, because at Meeson's all the employees of the great house were known by numbers; personalities and personal responsibility being the abomination of the firm.
When at last he understood what it was asked that he should do, Johnnie's countenance was a sight to see, and his language was more striking than correct. The upshot of it was, however, that he would see Mr. Meeson collectively, and Mr. Meeson's various members separately, especially his eyes, somewhere first.
It was in this terrible emergency that she had driven thereto by her agony of mind tried to get something beyond her strict and legal due out of Meeson's Meeson's that had made hundreds and hundreds out of her book and paid her fifty pounds. We know how she fared in that attempt. On leaving their office, Augusta bethought her of her banker. Perhaps he might be willing to advance something.
It brought the whole thing back so painfully to her mind. "What shall I do with it," she asked; "tear it up?" "Yes," he answered. "No, stop a bit," and taking it from her he wrote "cancelled" in big letters across it, signed and dated it. "There," he said, "now send it to be framed and glazed, and it shall be hung here in the office, to show how they used to do business at Meeson's."
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